Rye Whiskey by Craig Shay

You're like rye whiskey
You make me sick
You're like rye whiskey
I always ask for it

I'm always drunk at a bar when I look at my phone
You're still my top number and I'm still alone
I'm still drinking, you're still drinking
Ourselves to death

You lied to me again when I never lied to you
When it was time for you to leave you almost didn't come through
And now I drink for different reasons, different people
They always come through

You're like rye whiskey
You make me sick
You're like rye whiskey
I always ask for it

You're like rye whiskey
You make me sick
You're like rye whiskey
I always ask for it and it's sick

• Punk
• bubble grunge
• emo
• folk
• indie punk
• pop punk
• punk
• Brooklyn